"A laziness like wisdom"

I read this poem on Marya Hornbacher's blog a few days ago and I thought it was quite lovely - and a bit unusual. There are plenty of cozy brisk-air-and-turning-leaves autumn poems, but I don't want one of those right now, because that's not all autumn is to me. This one has more of the feeling that I get in the fall.

Not working, not breathing,
the beehive sweetens and dies.
The autumn deepens, the soul
ripens and grows round;

drawn into the turning color of fruit,
cast out of the idle blossoms.
Work is long and dull in autumn,
the word is heavy.

More and more heavily, day by day,
nature weighs down the mind.
A laziness like wisdom
overshadows the mouth with silence.

Even a child, riding along,
cycling into the white shafts of light,
suddenly will look up
with a pale, clear sadness.

-Bella Akhmadulina

Poetry Friday round-up at Picture Book of the Day


Erin 10/10/2008 2:49 PM  

Oh, I love love that.

Kelly Fineman 10/10/2008 3:42 PM  

Oh, that last stanza. So gorgeous, so sad.

Rebecca Joy 10/10/2008 4:00 PM  

Amazing - I shivered a little. :)

Edge 10/10/2008 7:30 PM  

I LOOVE the poetry you post.

Beth Kephart 10/11/2008 4:33 PM  

this is extraordinary. you do search far and wide, don't you. I keep imagining the poet you will be ten years hence, the teacher, perhaps.

enc 10/11/2008 4:43 PM  

Yes. Heavy.

Couture Carrie 10/12/2008 7:33 AM  

That is a beautiful meditation on autumn . . . Sort of reminds me of Ferlinghetti's:
"Outside the leaves were falling and they cried 'too soon! too soon!'".

Great blog!

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